The Rico gang had used my wife to lure me into a trap. Even when I had fulfilled every of their desire, they still have the nerves to waste her. Anytime I think about her, my strength fails me, my heart throbs. I groaned because of the tumult in my heart.
I was mad at myself, I always laughed at my stupidity. When my wife had die, it dawned on me never to help anyone in need. If anyone was poor, let them be. Don’t help them. I was bitten hard by the mouth I fed, nurtured and cares deeply about. It was not my enemies who had caused me to lose my wife, but it was Rico, the boy whom I picked from the street and trained.
Because of his lust for money, fame, and power. He chooses to backstab me by taking the light of my world, which was my eyes (Emily Royce). “Hello,” I answered, with my eyes lustfully scanning the timid slut in front of me.
“Boss.” Came his voice and I grunted for him to carry on. “Rico, is after you. I heard he sent a spy after you, but I was unable to confirm the identity of the sex he’d send. But I’m 99 percent sure that it’s going to be of the female gender. ” “be careful, boss.” A rustling sound was heard over the line, he was panting like someone who was pursued.
At the mention of a spy, I craned my neck at the broken girl and our gaze get interlocked. My heart jumped, and I crossed my eyes, pretending as if I wasn’t staring at her with my phone still tightly wrapped around my ear. I was still listening to the person on the other line when the broken girl had stood up from her seat.
She staggered, hitting hard on the bottles that were placed on her table. The bottles fell off and the shattering sound of it draw the attention of everyone in the bar, they’ll turn around, stared and look away.
She dragged her feet such that the sounds emanating from the touch of her shoes were resounding as an echo in the bar. Finally, she stopped at my front, with her half closed eyes. She was trying to control her posture, so she won’t fall. She stocked her tongue out,”wrrrr…” She squealed, tilting her head like a toad.
I patiently watch her, at the same time listening to the ongoing conversation from the phone. She stretched forth her hand, sliding the phone off my ear. My face flared up in anger, a longtime fury which I had buried arose in my heart and I feel challenge at her actions.
She shoved the phone to her face and yelled,”who the hell were you talking to over the line?” As if her yelling weren’t enough, she throws up right on my face. “Why do you keep staring at me? Are you also going to date and dump me, just like he did? Are you going to dump me for my best friend because she was giving you cool cash, doggy style and sucking your fucking cock because I was too tired?” I stayed quiet, diverting my gaze to the throw up in my body.
“Fucking slut!” I cursed within my breath but freeze when I heard her whispered,”aren’t you going to say something?” I glared up at her, like what the fuck?
She dares to throw up on me, and now she wants me to say something? Something like what? I draw the attentions of the bartender and I see her freaks.
Her legs were wobbling under her feet, she was giving me a seductive stare, trailing her finger to the middle of her boobs. What’s she trying to do?